We used to worship our pint pots
My good friend Derek and me
From 12 o’clock on Sunday morning
Right up ’til a quarter to three
We’d stand in the queue, congregating
Our friends would save us a pew
All sitting around the big table
Their pint pots all plainly in view
We would soon be up at the alter
Waiting for someone to pour
Then carry our pints to the table
Holding them with great reference and awe
Our friends would have their best boots on
Tapping loudly upon the cold floor
If somebody didn’t partake in the round
They gave out a bloody great roar
We’d sit there discussing the merits
Of our own particular brew
Then someone would give us a sermon
We were wrong, at least in his view
Our leader was tall, strong and handsome
We knew that is what he did think
We all would take him more seriously
If only he’d buy his own drink
The pints are slipping down quickly
It’s time to get something to eat
Do you fancy some crisps and a sandwich
With a pickled egg, just for a treat
It’s nearly the end of the service
It’s almost a quarter to three
It will soon be time for the kick off
Said Derek, looking squarely at me
We ran out the door in a clatter
It was cold and pouring with rain
I really do miss Sunday worship
And to be Kevin Keegan again.
PJ.
© 2023
“Sunday Worship” is a nostalgic and humorous poem that captures the essence of a British pub culture on Sunday mornings. The poet vividly describes the ritual of friends gathering at the local pub, treating their pints with reverence akin to religious worship. The imagery is rich with details of the pub atmosphere, from the congregating queue to the “bloody great roar” when someone doesn’t participate in buying a round. The poem cleverly draws parallels between the pub visit and a church service, with the bar as an altar and the act of drinking as a form of communion.
The poem ends with a bittersweet note of nostalgia, as the narrator reminisces about these Sunday rituals and his younger self, playfully referencing the football legend Kevin Keegan. This touch adds a layer of personal history and a sense of time passed, making the poem relatable to many who might have similar fond memories of their youth.
About the Book and Poet
“Sunday Worship” is part of Peter J. Watson’s collection “Daftness and Other Afflictions”. Watson’s poetry is characterized by its accessibility and relatability, often touching on everyday experiences with a mix of humor and poignancy. His work has been described as “relatable to the ordinary person,” leaving readers with moments of reflection after each poem.
If you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into Watson’s world of witty observations and heartfelt memories, why not explore more? “Daftness and Other Afflictions” offers a treasure trove of poems that will make you laugh, think, and perhaps see your own experiences in a new light. It’s the perfect read for those who appreciate poetry that speaks to the everyday person with both humor and depth.
